Winterwidow One Shots

You Could At Least Recognise Me

Natasha had spent decades trying to find her dear James. No hope was ever in sight for very long. If she caught a grasp of hope it was leeched away from her before it had time to flourish. If only they hadn't been caught on that God forsaken night. Masters of the Red Room had successfully drilled "Love is for Children" into her head after the grief of her lover.
Sure, he wasn't physically dead but James was. The Winter Solider was a ghost story everyone knew that. But Nat wouldn't accept it. Never truly at least. In Nearadessa he shot at her tires and through her chest. Leaving a scar of a soviet slug drilled into her hip. A permanent reminder that life had passed them by.
Maybe that was the awakening she needed. Acceptance that her lover was gone. Yet she still had a pang of denial.
Even after the moment that receded after Nearadessa she kept her hair red. In the hopes that winter would come for autumn. It was their single after all. A beautifully romantic symbol of who they were. He was the Winter and she was the Autumn. Consequently The winter solider chasing her whilst on a mission with the Captain caused a smirk. He may not remember her but at least this started to feel real again.
Months past and Bucky adapted to the new era. Natasha couldn't help but grief. It was the worst type of grief. She was so close yet so far from her love. He was coming back like a ghost. If he was going to be around her so often he could at least remember her.